Good and evil are only in a moment. Xuan Qi, who was cross-legged and breathing, could feel the cause and effect around his body. If he believed in Lao Tzu, threw nuclear bombs at the crater, and resolved the cause and effect power on his body, he might not have to suffer so much now. Unfortunately, he was still kind-hearted and could not bear to treat everything as straw dogs.

Xuan Qi, who was sitting cross-legged, disappeared, as if he had returned to the mother's body and became a fetal state. His body was full of spiritual energy, turning into a cocoon of cause and effect. Xuan Qi was resolving the power of cause and effect little by little. If there was no combing the Requiem Jade, Xuan Qi might have been tortured into a madman long ago.

The old man who kept mentioning Xuan Qi did not speak any more at this moment, allowing Xuan Qi to let him die. This time, Xuan Qi really became a lonely soul, and in the cocoon formed by the power of cause and effect, he gradually resolved this part of cause and effect.

The feeling of changing stars made Xuan Qi stunned. In the blink of an eye, countless autumn and winter passed. Xuan Qi suddenly opened his eyes. Not only did his cultivation not improve, but he retreated a lot, which surprised Xuan Qi very much.

At the same time, Xuan Qi felt that his whole body was extremely itchy, from top to bottom, from heels to bones, it made him unbearable. His body couldn't help but tremble, and his palms couldn't help but scratch, but it had no effect.

When the itch was so unbearable that itch, a trace of madness flashed through Xuan Qi's head. Since the skin was so uncomfortable, it would be better to give up the skin. Thinking about it, Xuan Qi pulled his chest with both hands and tore it hard to both sides, and he really took off the skin like taking off his clothes. His soul rushed out of the skin and felt the incomparable coolness.

The comfortable Xuan Qi was about to wander around when he suddenly heard thunder rolling in the sky, his cheeks were inexplicably cool, and endless loneliness surged into his heart. Xuan Qi was crying like rain for a moment.

When he opened his eyes again, Xuan Qi saw a particularly rough tongue, constantly licking his face. His body retreated and his eyes were condensed, and then he realized that it was actually white hair.

The old man's anxious voice sounded again in his ears: "I'm scared to death, do you know? You've gone astray just now."

Hearing the old man say this, Xuan Qi was sweating in his body, and his whole body's martial arts trembled and his true energy was circulating, but he found that the true energy in his body was empty.

"How could this happen?" If there is no true energy in the body, Xuan Qi and ordinary people will be no different.

"Don't worry, don't panic. Things are not as bad as you think." Lao Tzu is clear: "You are now infected with the power of cause and effect of the island country and need to be resolved slowly. After you resolve this cause and effect, you will naturally have true energy." As Lao Tzu said, he was still leisurely and fascinated: "At that time, you can go further."

Only then did Xuan Qi put his nervous heart back into his belly, and looked around with Qi-sighting technique. He found that his luck was good around him. He slowly stood up and asked casually: "How to resolve this power of cause and effect."

"It's hard to say it, and it's easy to say it." The old man actually kept insincerely. After waiting for a while, he saw Xuan Qi not asking questions, so he explained the reason: "Doing more good deeds and accumulating virtues, and slowly resolved this causal power.

Xuan Qi nodded silently, and it was a matter of no choice to accumulate virtue and do good deeds. He walked out of the dark mine and faced the sunset opposite, Xuan Qi's eyes narrowed slightly, and the white hairs under his feet made a sound of sobs.

Xuan Qinghe saw his grandson wake up, and a smile appeared on his face. Seven days were not short, nor long. Fortunately, he had woken up and looked at his grandson's gradually thinner face, Xuan Qinghe's face was full of worry.

Banzaji also recovered almost the same. He became disabled Banzaji and injured his vitality. He may not be able to improve his cultivation in the future. He had just recovered from some bloody face, and there was a thick stubble. There was a three-point sadness between his tight eyebrows. The monk who had gone from high to high turned into a disabled ordinary man. Fortunately, Banzaji was tough in his heart and was lingering on the verge of collapse and never collapsed.

The monk who once stood at the top of the food chain has now become a shrimp at the bottom of the food chain. Xuan Qi understood Banzaji's experience very well, because he had no real energy in his body now, and he casually used the qi-detecting technique to look at Banzaji's head. Sure enough, he saw the dark dead energy, so Xuan Qi stood over to enlighten Banzaji and said, "It's not a big deal to have no real energy. As long as you continue to practice, you will have a day of recovery."

Xuan Qi's comfort did not make Banzaji calm, but instead aroused a hint of impatientness and said unhappy: "How can you know the joy of fish if you don't have fish?"

Xuan Qi felt the anger in Banzaji's heart. If this matter was not felt well, he had to find a way to relieve it. If he did not relieve all the boredom in his heart, he would probably easily do stupid things and go to a dead end.

So Xuanqi reached out and patted Banzaji on the back and whispered, "I don't know if I don't know the joy of fish?"

Banzaji injured his thigh, and there was still true energy in his body. With Xuan Qi's two beats, Banzaji immediately realized something wrong with Xuan Qi. His body was empty without any real power. He couldn't help but condense his eyes and asked, "What are you?"

Xuan Qi slowly pointed his head: "Now I have no skills, just like an ordinary person." Seeing Banzaji's face was shocked and thoughtful, he couldn't help but raise his voice suddenly and shouted loudly: "But I believe I will recover one day, not only will I not be weak, but will become stronger." As Xuan Qi said, his eyes shining, and he opened his mouth to make a sound like a collision of gold and stone: "As a monk, you can't give up no matter when. If you really think you have become a useless person, then you are really useless."

Xuan Qi's roar made Banzaji think. After a while, he sat cross-legged on the ground. Banzaji also touched a bottleneck, but this bottleneck cannot be broken now. He needs to think carefully and think carefully before he can gain something.

Xuan Qinghe nodded with satisfaction, both of them were old friendships that were through life and death. It would be a good thing if Xuan Qi could make him roar. Of course, the experienced Xuan Qinghe also saw that Xuan Qi was heavy, his eyes opened and closed without any spiritual energy, like an ordinary person without martial arts.

Xuan Qi did not hide from his grandfather, and told the truth: "I don't have any true energy in my body now. If it weren't for the white hair licking my face, I'm afraid I'd be in a guise."

"Can you recover?" Xuan Qinghe asked anxiously, putting his palm on Xuan Qi's wrist. After some inspection, he found that there was no slight true energy in Xuan Qi's body. This time, anxiety flashed in Xuan Qinghe's eyes. He thought about the cause carefully and tried to find the lesion, hoping to replace him.

Xuan Qi shrugged his shoulders indifferently and said softly: "This is not a big problem." As he said that, his eyebrows spread: "I accept that the island country has no cause of land sinking, so I have to bear the fruit of saving thousands of creatures. As long as I do good and accumulate virtue, I can recover as soon as I am old."

Xuan Qing and Youran sighed, then whispered: "You have saved thousands of creatures from the island country, but who knows? The gain is not worth the loss."

Looking at the sad grandfather, Xuan Qi smiled and said quietly: "Heaven knows the earth, you know me, and I know, why should those ordinary people know?" His words were free and easy, full of confidence, and soon infected Xuan Qinghe.

"You are right. As long as the heaven knows it, why care about whether ordinary people know it?" Xuan Qinghe said and looked at Xuan Qi, and suddenly found a different kind of divine light on Xuan Qi's head. Although there was no true energy, it had an indescribable and unexplained smell.

Xuan Qi also felt a gust of heat above his head, like the scorching sun, and like the scorching sun, which was numb on his forehead, making Xuan Qi feel very comfortable.

The old man was amazed and said to Xuan Qi: "You kid is really lucky. Although your fate that is rich in the world has not yet been condensed into a physical body, the belief that the scorching sun above your head has taken shape." As he said, there was a three-point sourness in his words: "According to your cultivation, you are just an insignificant little monk. You can actually condense the fate of the power of incense faith. It's really strange."

According to Xuan Qi's current cultivation level, in the powerful Taoist sect in the ancient times, it was the follower who could not be called a name. Not to mention guarding one place of water and soil, it would be a great honor to be careful not to be injured by accident. It is completely a dream to condense the power of incense and faith.

In the Dharma-Ending Age, when the generals were drawn from the Slaves, Xuan Qi not only guarded the safety of the people of the island country, but also condensed the power of incense and faith. In an instant, he became a figure who could establish sects and burn faith.

Xuan Qi shrugged his shoulders indifferently and whispered: "I can't be lucky, and I can't do it either." Good fortune depends on misfortune, and misfortune is hidden. The lowest tide in life may be the starting point of climbing the next peak.

Xuan Qi, who had lost his true energy, did not look sad. He hummed a small song and sat on the plane to the capital, trying his best to forget the sadness that was a week ago.

The whole thing was covered by the island country again. The billions of creatures and the small island with poor resources didn't know that they had walked away from the gates of hell. The heroes were always forgotten in obscurity, and Xuan Qi was also happy to be such a hero. After all, it was enough to have the power of incense and faith.

There will always be happy or unhappy things in life. Xuan Qi always feels that he has been soaked in the island country like a bitter water tank. When he closes his eyes, he will think of those dead superpowers. A black dragon not only hurts the Xuanmen monks, but also attacks the superpowers of the world's powerful countries. The words "Plug Destroy" and "Plug Destroy" have become scars that Xuan Qi doesn't want to touch.

The roaring plane landed on the capital airport. Xuan Qi, who was sitting in the first class cabin, reached out and touched the white hair at his feet. Doing good deeds and accumulating virtue was not a big deal for those who were rich. After saving 200 million creatures and bearing their cause and effect, Xuan Qi didn't feel anything wrong. The scorching sun above his head trembled, and the power of faith spread throughout Xuan Qi. After losing his true energy, Xuan Qi was not weak, but gradually became stronger under the nourishment of the power of faith.
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